This is the earnest teaching from a mother.

In his memory, no one has ever said such a thing to him. The man who gave him life only taught him one sentence: If you want to be a superior person, you must be crueler than others.

No one told him what kind of kindness is to repay, and no one told him to pay attention to his health and work hard outside.

Ye Cong looked up at the small yard. In the corner of the yard were tools for farming, and washbasins and other things for washing faces were placed on the ground beside the well. A long rope was pulled in the yard, which was used to dry the quilt.

Standing here, he could even see how the new sprouts from childhood ran around in this yard to help his mother work.

"Mom, didn't I send my dad money back before? Don't keep all the money with me?" Xinya went over to help her mom burn the fire, and was still talking.

"That money cannot be moved. Miaomiao and Yangyang are both going to school. There will be times when they spend a lot of money in the future. And my mother doesn't ask you to be rich and powerful. Don't make things difficult for yourself for money." Xinya's mother said while busy.

Xinya lowered her eyes slightly. She sent her father several thousand yuan every month, but she didn't dare to give too much at once, for fear that her mother would think she had done something inappropriate.

After all, in this kind of place, the news is blocked. Sometimes when the farm says that someone makes a lot of money, men say that they are cheating, and women say that they have done something shameful.

"Also, you sent so much money back. Your dad and I discussed it and donated some to the school to improve the food and other things for the children." Xinya's mother continued to talk to her daughter, Xinya was listening very seriously.

In the past two years, she has seen many rich people and many actors who compare bags, clothes, and cosmetics in the crew. But every time she listens to those people, she feels unreal. Instead, her mother talks about these things with her, which makes her feel real.

Rich people have ways to live for rich people, and poor people have ways to live for poor people.

So there is nothing comparable.

"Go and ask your dad to light the stove in Yangyang's room. In such a cold day, don't freeze the boss." Xinya's mother finished talking and sent her daughter out.

After the new sprouts sounded, there was a stove in the house that was usually used to boil water and keep warm in winter, which was usually placed in the main hall.

When the new sprout came out, Ye Cong was standing outside. She exclaimed, "Boss, why are you standing here?"

"Outsiders on your dialect really don't understand a few words," for example, just now, he understood a kindness.

Xinya grinned, "Small places, small places, they will also say things in your city. If you don't say it well, you can understand it."

Ye Cong looked at Xinya's smiling look and reached out to touch her head, "What did you say to your aunt just now?"

Aunt?

Every time I hear this title, Xinya wants to complain to him a few words. People in the mountains are getting married early, especially children who don’t go to school. They can basically talk about marriage at 17 or 18, especially when her mother was married, her mother was eighteen years old and nineteen years old when she gave birth to her. In other words, her mother is only 39 this year, and Ye Cong is about to be over 30, okay?

Ye Cong doesn’t think there is any problem. This backup cannot be messed up. Now he calls his elder brother and sister, how can he change his words to call him parents in the future?

This cannot be messed up, this cannot be messed up.
Chapter completed!